Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal- Two Poems

ONE SPRING MORNING

 

I was becoming a butterfly

one spring morning.
My hand became a wing.

I flew to a tree.

I flew toward the peak

and I kept going higher

with a single wing

into the sun.
By the time I reached
the sun I felt defeated.

I was on empty.

One spring morning

I ached for night.

I was the worm

that dies in a bird’s mouth.

 

 

GHOST RACHEL 

 

Leave the door open.

Rachel will come

in her skimpy clothes

and glazed stare.

Rachel will make all

your troubles go away.

She will come through

your door and love you.

Rachel will disappear

in the morning

like a ghost.  She will

make you feel good.